I thought I left the dating game 8 years ago. I thought I had my last first date, and I silently rejoiced in the false assumption that I’d never have to walk the tight rope of “be yourself, but not too much” ever again.
But then I left college and entered the real world only to realize that making girlfriends is exactly like dating. (Maybe even harder, because cleavage can’t help you make a positive first impression.)
Do I text first, or would that make me seem like a desperate Stage 5 Clinger? I mean, we consensually exchanged number, right?
Oh my God, now we have plans to hang out! What do I WEAR?! I need to look cute. I need to go to Target.
If we drink, I need to remember not to drink too much. If I swear, I need to remember not to swear too much. (My dad always tells me I remind him of a drunk sailor when I’m comfortable…)
Some girls can be harsh, and clique-y, and catty, and stupid; but some can also be soul mates, and confidants, and unbelievable supports, and friends who make you laugh so hard that you kinda sorta most definitely pee your pants.
And the latter are the girlfriends who are worth dating around for, am I right?! 😉
The thing is, I’m now taking the opposite approach for “dating” girlfriends as I did for dating Cory. When I was 18, I tried real hard to win Cory over. At 26, if you’re with me and I haven’t showered that day, I can hang out with you in comfy clothes, I can say fuck without feeling bad, and you condone day-drinking, I consider you a girlfriend.